SAD THEORY LYRICS

1. Cry Not

[Carlos / Juan / Athos Maia]

Words slip away from my hands,
blend with sweat and rot down into your mouth.

Come and take a look: it's me, over there, flying over the fog from your dirty breath.
Hiding the dizzying sound of your hair. Hiding the dizzying sound of your shoes,

Listen: someone is entering this noisy room, there is no space out, so, please, come inside,
Have you swallowed them? Have you heard what I gave you?
I may slay these words with blades, recovering tender wounds with tears
Deception is my burnt wing, I'll take you to my promised land

Then I can just step you on the floor, and you'll know: pain sustains my heavy weight
Around your teeth. Cry not.

2. Frighten Lady

[Carlos/Juan]

Show me your face, frighten lady.
Beg me aid from my last resort
For no one can answer your envy.
For no one can bring up your core.

Shall not cover the realm from the light,
Leave seclusion of men when it's time
Raise your veil and let tears fall behind.
( I ) Provide you lucidity for less than a dime.

Wait the sleepless hours and come from the back
No one can hear your trembling voice, ( but me )
Perspire ill whispers and lay down in quick
Frighten lady: a sumptuous cosmopolis.

Allow me to decipher your raving branches
( and ) gather no pain from fragments.
Retain memories in a labyrinth stretch
Pulsate your continual segment.

3. Noir Sensation

[Carlos / Juan]

I cannot see your eyes' color,
They are empty, who has stolen its brightness?
Your pale lips were so sweet over my mouth,
Where had your smile run to?
Weeps go warm when I touch your cold body,
I remember cheer days while holding you lifeless hand.
You have blinded me, I have illusions no longer!
Only a bitter feeling of sadness.

Doubtful sensations go through my flesh,
Confused, I let fear controlling my emotions.
I feel noir embracing me with its warming and lovely arm,
I belong to her as life belongs to light.
Touched, an angel heats me in his arms,
Pour over me all of his fault.
I am his pleasures' accomplice
Burgeon of your fester...

4. Dropping Dry Leaves

[Carlos / Juan]

Whispers from time is heard and embrace dead trees
Autumn falls merciless, crossing land: pale season fades man
Nothing is done, nothing but dirt, and places damp seize.
In flames, you call the heartless, draining mind: bloody

No quimeras,
only empty blows out of gentle desire
Fancy thrusts
the mourning mood fairly slow

Dissemble
hideous beatings steadily arose
Suavity holds drums sounds along with dim rays

Shame hangs sagacity above groans of grief
Liquor spreads nonsense chords in oaks
Bride's velvet embraces cold corpses.
Oh wind! Carry my conscious. Untie my presence.

Struggle with men's contempt
Deceive the illusion of being a knight.
Effusive delirium states above certainty;

All is nothing: truth is a fake.

Hoisting sounds from pallid stars
Devote sonorous pain to eternal rest
Young Faith's sordid smile ponders:
Memory in Mausoleum, mendacity in me!

5. As Tears Fall

[Carlos / Juan / Andre C. M. Mendes]

As soon as tears fall, poetry sings a song,
Body strains the drops and gives them breath,
World stops around: no sound, cheers no long,
Whirlwind insults "la Petit Mort", signs of dearth.

Your bright eyes reveal traces of light
Contempling the tears in the tarnished face ( that ):
Altough may be deformed, shows authentic sights
Of weakness and defeat by frustation and grace.

Sweet young lady, "Liaisons" decorate your beauty-dress
"Broderies" fasten your shining arms.
It is me who dresses you and, within myself, I own your cloth.

But she will fade as mortality re-emerges.
Clothes are now "noir", long black retails of the song.
Silence.
Cold.
Rain.
A bitter drop drains the sad leaf as tears fall!

6. Noble Thief

[Carlos / Juan]

Expelled from my land, burglar.
Glory and honor weren't enough promises to my name.
Am I coward?
So said my past.
But I'll prove him.
Remembrances blind reality.
Desire to kill my bride?
I am killing her.
Blood, blood on my hands.
Blood of a woman

7. Burying The Wizard

[Carlos / Juan]

By the time he was by himself at Stragon's shore,
With imperfection, like a maculated glass, his hands gathered water toward his face
An once naive movement became desperation, while
He had been told by the wind's howl about the presence of Musa, the Wizard.

- "Aue dominus" ! There had been a sad struggle by the forest. Shall I ride you home, foreigner?
- Shall I be abulic? Take your "vitae" out of here. "Adieu" my friend!
- my "vitae" has brought this world hope and truth for the weakens.
- take a look at me and wonder if what you have just said is really acurreted!

There were honest words, though truth is not made of good will
As his defensive spells are not much stronger than a whisper.
Like a battering rum, steel broke into his fortress
At that time, he had sealed an endless marriage with the Pagan.

Hiding his actions, covered the man within the land.

The "Requiem" .

8. A Torch Spreads Its Coldness

9. Rage Of The Orientals

[Juan / Carlos]

Forecasting the eastern rage,
dust from the ground raises like black cloud
covering the horizon line.
An earthquake pushes dropping dry leaves around me.

A crowd without a name!
Chaos! Voices!,
those who had never seen each other before,
Eyes, Steps.
those who do not know each other,
Chaos! Voices! (Victor Hugo in Feuilles d'Automne)

Those are in a desperate union of destiny: the will to survive
And I wanted to survive!

The truth came with the first relieved breath of outcast.

10. Soundless End

[Part I - Tottering Dearth]

[Carlos / Juan]

I have been told it is a place where I could be living with myself.
Even tough I see no one there, I carry my heavy being ahead.
The soft sound and dampness of here give me the impression of its space: And there is none to me.
As I turn around, I can visualize voices. They are all one. I feel I am lost in doubt towards reality.

I have seen myself being taken by her. She brought me all.
She made me understand I am here only for her.

Have no laugh, have no tears.

Emptiness holds me around together with the fullness of life.
She had given my existence its name.
And there came poetry held with her, quietly entering the door, dwelling my soul.

She said she would take me to the most beautiful land my eyes were able to see.
We have sailed for thousands of days, crossed seas, rivers, lands, not a sound on the way passed between us.
And finally, there we were: it was a small wooden house, close to a lake.
She invited me to enter.
Opened the door.
Turn off the lights.
There were a silhouette of a man laying in a bed...

The old man over the bed is all I have become: soundless!

[Part II - Enchantress]

[Carlos Machado]

Cry not the tears stronglessness my friend
And be prepared for the enchanted end
And never close your eyes to sadness.

Here is the theory that brings you pain:
Breath the book and lift the air again,
So that you can lay your head down the tempest...

[Second voice:]
Crawling through the sailing
Theory of the pain
We are new breath of all sorrow.

[Third voice:]
Here the moment stands
Here sadness lives
I really Know you!







SAD THEORY LYRICS